Of Pain and Delight by Heidi Stone Read Free Book Online Page B

and beg him to ram his stiffness into her aching sheath, but she knew he would merely torment her all the more if she uttered a sound. She bent her back, straining her tortured wrists and ankles against the leather restraints and sharp buckles in order to force her bottom out in a provocative pose. But his response was to move away from her. Sahria cursed him again under her breath.
    She sensed the touch of his thumbs once more parting the cheeks of her bottom, and then felt the heavenly wetness of his tongue as it circled around the open lips of her sex. She stiffened her legs in an effort to force her orgasm, but he seemed to perceive her desire and moved the tip of his tongue from her pussy, and instead lapped hungrily around the sumptuous globes of her bottom. Normally she would have enjoyed the sensation, but not this time. She desperately needed to be impaled and to feel a stiff cock deep within her loins.
    He moved from her, and it seemed he was just standing motionless, looking at her. She turned her head. She could see his full nakedness now, and the sight was not altogether unpleasant. His cock, although not overly long, was extremely thick. It jutted firmly upwards, the veins standing proud in bold relief. He was clearly highly aroused, and yet was somehow managing to hold himself back from her proffered delights. Sahria wondered at the man’s self-control. She also pondered as to whether he would be able to maintain this control when he finally entered her soaking honeypot, or if he would fill her with his cream the moment his fat cock became enveloped by her succulent flesh. She was fully aware that she desperately needed a good long fuck to make up for the teasing and the torment she had endured.
    He moved behind her again and she turned once more to face the wall. Surely he would take her now? No man had ever before been so reticent to ram his weapon into her. His swollen knob touched her sex lips again and he recommenced his agonisingly delightful circular movements, opening her without entering her sweet chalice. She began to tremble violently.
    ‘Ah, princess,’ he breathed malevolently, ‘you are hot for it, are you not?’
    ‘Yes, my lord,’ she panted in reply. ‘I yearn for you to fill me with your wondrous stalk.’
    He sniggered cruelly and began to slide the wet end of his tool up and down along the cleft of her bottom. Sahria considered for a brief instant that she would even let him take her there , in that forbidden place, so badly did she need to feel him inside her body. But no, that was not right; she could not allow such a thing. Whatever they said, she was still a princess.
    He pressed the head of his cock against her tight virgin sphincter, and she tensed in order to stop him violating her there. But she heard him chuckle. It was as he had insisted; in her restrained position she would have no choice. He could do to her whatever he pleased. If he wanted to fuck her in the bottom he could. She braced herself in readiness for the pain, but he moved suddenly and forced his full length deep into her welcoming cunt with one harsh jab. She cried out, more from shock than relief. He held himself still. She could feel him stretching her tight flesh, sensed him throb within her, and prayed shamefully that he hadn’t come. She needed more – much more.
    He gripped her stinging buttocks and dug his fingernails into her soft globes, causing her to wince with the pain. Steadily, he began to move in and out of her. At last she was getting the fuck she so desperately craved.
    The thickness of his rod caused her some discomfort at first, and she began to wonder if she would ever be able to accommodate Prince Sarne’s mighty weapon. Rapite matched the prince for thickness, but was probably less than half his length.
    Such thoughts were driven from her mind, however, as her inner muscles became accustomed to the stiff intrusion and he moved steadily in and out of her. She moaned softly and relaxed.